In the inventories of garments belonging to Henry the Fifth, we find one heuke of camlet, together with a chaperon of the same estimated at twenty-six shillings and six pence; and another heuke of scarlet by itself, prized at[…]

In this fantasy world, all of the far right’s wildest dreams come true: Q promises that Clinton, Obama, Podesta, Abedin, and even McCain are all either arrested and wearing secret police-issued ankle monitors, or just about to be indicted; that the Steele dossier is a total fabrication personally paid for by Clinton and Obama; and that the Las Vegas massacre was most definitely an inside job connected to the Saudi-Clinton cabal.

Edward Churchill still attended to his work in a hopeless mechanical manner like a sleep-walker who walks safely on a well-known round. But his Roman collar galled him, his cossack stifled him, his biretta was as uncomfortable as a merry-andrew's cap and bells.

Well, that ‘ud be imposing, too, on Tellson’s. For you cannot sarse the goose and not the gander.